Post by Ailith Rayner on May 12, 2008 22:53:37 GMT
Ailith came back from her classes and crash landed on her bed backwards. Something crinkled under her head and she sighed. Perfect, just what she needed, a reason to sit up. She growled slightly as she half lifted her head and pulled the paper from under it. It was a cream expensive looking envelope with textured paper with her name written across it in exquisite handwriting. Ailith had four issues with this rectangle of paper. One, who the hell is it from because she definitely does not recognise the handwriting, two why the hell is it on her bed and not [where they normally get mail from], three, how did it get here when there is no address and four, how the hell did whoever it is know Ailith’s middle name?
She studied the envelope trying to place the handwriting and match a face. After a few minutes Ailith gave up and carefully opened the envelope. Inside the paper was just as expensive looking and she sat up and un-folded it.
Dear Ailith,
I trust you have made a strong and respectable enough impression upon your fellows that I can leave this letter directly to you, without the worry of a prying child interfering in your business. I do hope you enjoy yourself here, you have little knowledge of how you came about enrolling into this school and I’m surprised you haven’t begun to make enquiries as to who I am. Most unlike you Ailith. Your father would have had something to say about that.
This got Ailith really riled up and on her toes and she skipped the letter to the name at the bottom.
Yours,
Laila E. Godard
Ailith repeated the name to herself aloud and trying it on the mysterious lady, who she met at the Assassin’s School and who had introduced her to the world that Ailith had now submerged herself in. She went back to the top of the letter and read on to find out what this woman wanted and what right she had to talk about her father this way.
Therefore I shall contact you. I’m sorry I lave you no return address but there would be little point in doing so as I spend a great deal of my time in various different places. However, if you wish to contact me simply write a note and leave it on your pillow or bedside table.
I have no doubt that this letter will come as a surprise to you and you will much like to know the reasoning behind my sudden desire for communication. There are several important matters which we need to discuss in private. In order to do this, on Tuesday 3rd June, you must go, alone, to the Square in Cardsdale and look for me. When you have seen me, follow me and I shall take you to a place where we can talk freely. Do not take a friend. I will know if you do so spare yourself the trouble and don’t bother. But don’t worry it’s just a chat, a catch-up if you like.
Remember, I am a friend to you and during our visit I assure you, you will come to no harm. One last thing, please do not inform anyone of where you are going, who you are meeting or what you are doing. This is also very important and again I will know if you disobey this. If you do I will not be there and you will have missed a unique opportunity. Don’t disappoint me.
Ailith re-read the letter, thoroughly before clenching tight her jaw and counting to ten. Right. she thought and opened her bedside table drawer. She pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper and began to scribble a note. She wasn’t scared exactly, more uncertain. And an uncertain assassin is a dangerous thing to be. She could barely hold the pen steady the anger and adrenaline was so powerful. She paused to calm herself down before re-starting again. What did this Laila want? What made her so clued-up that she felt she could know everything? Admittedly, Ailith considered herself an idiot right now and she thought about what her father would say. What were you playing at? Did you not think about her? Did you not find it a little suspicious that someone in that God**n place actually cared about you and suggested a way out for you? Come on, Ailith where’s your brain, Sweetheart?
Ailith read over her note critically to make sure it wasn’t clear she was panicked.
Ms Godard,
Before we proceed with our contact I wish to clarify a few things.
What kind of security have you given me? None at all. You have given me your word but I’m sorry that’s not enough to encourage me about my safety. If you do not approve of me having at least one security link then I will not go to you. Secondly can you prove who you say you are? I require more personal information from you. It’s only fair since you know personal details about me. Captain Rayner, my father, was keen on fairness, as you may or may not know, a trait I believe to have inherited. If you do know, tell me. I wish to know exactly how you think you know my father enough to make comments like you did in your letter.
Thank you for your co-operation,
Ailith J. Rayner
Ailith folded the sheet of paper, wrote Laila's name and left it on her bedside table. She glared at the paper and suddenly felt less worn out than she had been. After several mnutes of staring at the note expecting it to spontaneously combust in a cloud of green smoke to meet the witch it was addressed to she shoved her own letter into her back pocket and left her dorm to find Jude.
Ailith Josephine Rayner
She studied the envelope trying to place the handwriting and match a face. After a few minutes Ailith gave up and carefully opened the envelope. Inside the paper was just as expensive looking and she sat up and un-folded it.
Dear Ailith,
I trust you have made a strong and respectable enough impression upon your fellows that I can leave this letter directly to you, without the worry of a prying child interfering in your business. I do hope you enjoy yourself here, you have little knowledge of how you came about enrolling into this school and I’m surprised you haven’t begun to make enquiries as to who I am. Most unlike you Ailith. Your father would have had something to say about that.
This got Ailith really riled up and on her toes and she skipped the letter to the name at the bottom.
Yours,
Laila E. Godard
Ailith repeated the name to herself aloud and trying it on the mysterious lady, who she met at the Assassin’s School and who had introduced her to the world that Ailith had now submerged herself in. She went back to the top of the letter and read on to find out what this woman wanted and what right she had to talk about her father this way.
Therefore I shall contact you. I’m sorry I lave you no return address but there would be little point in doing so as I spend a great deal of my time in various different places. However, if you wish to contact me simply write a note and leave it on your pillow or bedside table.
I have no doubt that this letter will come as a surprise to you and you will much like to know the reasoning behind my sudden desire for communication. There are several important matters which we need to discuss in private. In order to do this, on Tuesday 3rd June, you must go, alone, to the Square in Cardsdale and look for me. When you have seen me, follow me and I shall take you to a place where we can talk freely. Do not take a friend. I will know if you do so spare yourself the trouble and don’t bother. But don’t worry it’s just a chat, a catch-up if you like.
Remember, I am a friend to you and during our visit I assure you, you will come to no harm. One last thing, please do not inform anyone of where you are going, who you are meeting or what you are doing. This is also very important and again I will know if you disobey this. If you do I will not be there and you will have missed a unique opportunity. Don’t disappoint me.
Ailith re-read the letter, thoroughly before clenching tight her jaw and counting to ten. Right. she thought and opened her bedside table drawer. She pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper and began to scribble a note. She wasn’t scared exactly, more uncertain. And an uncertain assassin is a dangerous thing to be. She could barely hold the pen steady the anger and adrenaline was so powerful. She paused to calm herself down before re-starting again. What did this Laila want? What made her so clued-up that she felt she could know everything? Admittedly, Ailith considered herself an idiot right now and she thought about what her father would say. What were you playing at? Did you not think about her? Did you not find it a little suspicious that someone in that God**n place actually cared about you and suggested a way out for you? Come on, Ailith where’s your brain, Sweetheart?
Ailith read over her note critically to make sure it wasn’t clear she was panicked.
Ms Godard,
Before we proceed with our contact I wish to clarify a few things.
What kind of security have you given me? None at all. You have given me your word but I’m sorry that’s not enough to encourage me about my safety. If you do not approve of me having at least one security link then I will not go to you. Secondly can you prove who you say you are? I require more personal information from you. It’s only fair since you know personal details about me. Captain Rayner, my father, was keen on fairness, as you may or may not know, a trait I believe to have inherited. If you do know, tell me. I wish to know exactly how you think you know my father enough to make comments like you did in your letter.
Thank you for your co-operation,
Ailith J. Rayner
Ailith folded the sheet of paper, wrote Laila's name and left it on her bedside table. She glared at the paper and suddenly felt less worn out than she had been. After several mnutes of staring at the note expecting it to spontaneously combust in a cloud of green smoke to meet the witch it was addressed to she shoved her own letter into her back pocket and left her dorm to find Jude.
